Having trouble on writing can always be troubling for any writer including myself. I love being able to come up with a story in one night, that's one of my strengths , coming up with stories in one night. The one night i allow myself to have all the tools in front of me and in my mind in order to write papers. For example, last night around two a.m i was listening to Baroque music with hot chocolate and my computer. I knew my memory and interview from my subject, it was all clear as glass for me. i had a lot to say, and it was brilliant. I was in my world, where it was just me and my music, classical music allows me to write. And problems will always occur but for every problem there's a solution
Oh interesting is not the word I'd use to describe my best friends. They're unique, they come from a tissue, a special tissue made especially for them which can't be torn or warn down from distance of true friendship. Everyone has a string allowing us all to weave our way through life to fine answers and bringing answers together to a tight end with peace. Curiosity is their string, it is woven around them holding us together. Their sting allows our friendship to grow through the strangest, saddest happiest and most memorable moments.
They explore this world with open minds and leave traces of love and dust trails of hope for anyone else to find. They search for new meanings and understandings with every religion they come across. They love the world and all the things and places in it more than they love themselves. They dance with a glow, prancing around me like a dear bring a sad face into a happy bright smile. They know how to make my day, I cant go a day without hearing that they're alright.They are like a bottle, full of genuine goodness and they bring buckets of truth of the world from our well in our backyard full of wisdom.They are exquisite and they are my delight.
Morning rolls over, the Sun stretches its rays across the light blue sky giving me a wholesome feeling of a hug, so say "Cheese" to the morning.The bright sun's light lightly touches my cold face awaking my energy from the night. The lukewarm Breeze comes around from the corner and rolls over the pine trees bringing leafs of sweet mint along scooping towards the grass; landing not so gracefully but sudden on the fresh morning grass. A good morning has arrived, so say "Cheese".
-Ivo
Friends have a funny way of making sure we are in line weather its through a prank or a simple chat. And they do it through the smallest unnoticeable things we do everyday when we're around them.I learned that the love between friends can never break no matter what, even if it means to play a prank on me. As i wrote this, i couldn't help but laugh and call my friends the whole time through, they inspire me to go to places and do things i thought i could never do, thats a real friend.It wasn't easy remembering every detail of every of this event, but with the help of my friends i was able to trace everything.Writing in general is easy, all you have to do is write honestly and write with your voice. I loved everything about this piece, not one thing about this story told me it was a bad way of telling this memory. At times i struggled trying not to over due any of the parts, but i did outstanding when it came to voice and details. This story was brilliant and a good way to remember this memory.
Michael: Well look at you, finally you can keep in touch with Christopher and i without calling us. LoL You should add a "Wall post" so, i can at times write on your wall. And im gonna send Cortney's a invite to add you. :) Hope you're doing AWESOME, i miss you all, especially your cooking my dinner was rice, im officially not eating any more meat, its gross here bc they do not cook it right, and there's no sense in that. But i will eat meat when i come home. I just got home from ASNMU meeting ( we have it every Monday nights) and i motioned to approve an "open form/ comment "towards to end of meeting along with the usual begin public comment form. And i motion to change the tittle of "Freshman Probation" to something a bit more comforting but still has a strong tittle. Kids just get plan scared of "probation" And my comment cards for the bike share was approved and will be printed out this week. And my ratings came in the other day, i got a 4.3 out of 5, and that's tough to get these days with a lot of members quitting or being impeached. Anyway, classes are great, i love my sociology class, the teacher is Russian but he's better than that old fart i had from psych. class. And, My singing class starts on Wed, i have to find a song to sing soon, i can think of one, i thought if an Italian song or "the Prayer or even "once upon a December", who know maybe i'll sing "opps i did it again"...my sing teacher will ♥ that!! :) and of course i hate math, no shock there, i have a quiz on Wed, nervous as hell and i wasn't able to get in touch with Lin today with math ( tell dad that, he knows about that converse). And, today the math people in the tutoring is not as helpful as i thought,, bc the math girl who tutors wasnt in and was gonna be there at the time i could be there, get it?! but its not too hard, Remember Ms. Stecker(Algebra devil), well, its College Algebra, and a lot of it ,its reminder from the past, not too bad. Other than that things are fine, tomorrow is my easy day, good for my T.A jobs. That's right, T.A for spanish and pysch lab! I ♥ them it allows me to feel on top of my game, motivate me to study more and teach better. Of course theirs spanish 103-08 ( first year kids) they were hilarious last tuesday, i got to teach by myself for the first 15-20ish min, bc the spanish teacher wanted me to and she was still getting her things together from her office,( she's a nut but a funny one) It was so good, i felt something wonderful as i was trying to get them to understand the basics of spanish. I had to try-out (sorta speak) to a Spanish teacher in spanish in order to be a T.A. I guess i did well and Pysch lab , simple i go and assist kids in their labs, conducting experiments and helping them through it, i had the class last semester, so everything is fresh on my mind . The cool part is i get credit towards graduation instead of being paid. I haven't got a call or e-mail from my modeling yet saying i have a class to pose too...maybe they're tired of me...who knows. Anyway, things are fine, well balanced( true statement) and i feel good, i had a bad sore throat from doing a all niter with friends on Sat and talking forever...go fig!!!....p.s i have a crush on someone....well i've had it since i've meet this person, just haven't had the guts to do anything. lol! :) So, things are fine, im writing a lot in English and i've made a blog too! It's had my painting and fews pics of Chicago and i even display some stories( well i will) i have one paper! Anyway enough right!? keep in contact !!and comment on my status sometime!! ♥ you and Dad!!...and the grandmaaaa
Uncle Fred: Oh my goodness, you do write a lot! I can see you, too: furiously pecking away at the keyboard. It was good to hear from you; I was wondering how school was going for you so far. Glad to hear all is well. Get on the math--and yes, I remember your math teacher from HPHS. Be proactive and seek out the help you need. Things are basically the same here. I am working out more regularly and just starting to see results and i feel good. I'm going to help Grandma get her ipod all set up: she's looking through my music and we are creating a playlist for her.
Well, be good. Keep fighting the good fight. Focus. Plan well and follow your plan. Make good choices. Live the life you'd be proud of.
;-) Love you-- Uncle Fred (is the whole world going to read this? I don't think I'm going to keep my Facebook open. It is a lot of trouble for something I could just e-mail instead.)
Two of the many people who saved me from fear and helped me overcome and grow from our experiences that will forever change my life for the good. Thank you! This painting is for you both, its our beauty and love for each other! Love you!!
I was born in a small village called Lom. The village is nettled against a mountain range close to the border in Bulgaria. I am adopted. Raised in a unique American home i moved to Michigan from Dallas Texas this past summer to go to Northern Michigan university.
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